It's all right. To be spoiled.

My neighbor. Sends home treats with me. Beautiful daffodils. The yellow flowers. They are on my desk. In full bloom. In a purple vase.  Nice, isn’t it? We do little things for each other. I walk her dog. And used to walk her Alzheimer-riddled father. But he’s gone. Into a nursing home.  She sends me home with homemade dinners. Once, a candle, too. For a moment. I felt guilty. Accepting favors. Niceties. But then I decided. It’s all right. To be spoiled. –Jim Broede